My mind buzzes
Too much going on for any break through,
A traffic jam, every thought stalled,
All wishing to move
A clog, an overflow,
A something that limits my capabilities

I've had so many opportunities
To be something
But are they all jammed?
Am I now ******,
To go no where,
To be nothing?

I aimlessly wander,
Lost within cold winter follies,
Flurries of white blinding my vision
Coals 'neath my feet,
Break through the skin
I'm lost and reaching for my potential

My mind's empty and full,
Constantly fuzzy and existential.